Queen Yavara Ch. 62

Leveria crawled to my other side, and lounged alongside me, propped on one arm so that she loomed. She wrapped her fingers with Elena's about the glass, and brought the milky concoction to my lips. Every carnal fiber in my being demanded that I debase myself and savor every drop that filled my mouth, but I sealed my lips, and turned my head away.

"Oh, Yavara." Leveria sighed, and stroked my face with the back of her gloved hand, smearing my cheek with Elena's anal juices, "Why are you so difficult?"

"I think she wants us to force her to drink it." Elena chuckled, and stroked my breasts.

Leveria crinkled her nose adoringly at me. "Is that true?"

I didn't answer.

Leveria grabbed my face, and squished open my cheeks. I made vain attempts to wrench my head away, but they were all for naught. Elena clamped her hands around my temples, and fixed my head into position. Their joined hands carried the glass to my lips, but then Leveria halted their advance.

"What?" Elena queried to her partner.

Leveria narrowed her orange eyes at me. "I want to hear you say you want it."

"No." I mouthed.

She brought the glass to my lips, then paused. The miasma wafted into my nose, and inundated my primal senses, filling my head with heavy desire, activating my salivary glands, opening my sweltering holes. There was enough succubus and incubus pheromones in that drink to enslave me. Perhaps I wouldn't fuck like the dark-elf I once was, but I would certainly have the libido and enthusiasm. This was the point of no return. If I drank it, I would taste the full brunt of Alkandran lust with the two most potent lovers the beast realm had to offer, and I would become a hopeless addict, my mind permanently altered. If I abstained now, there was still hope for my kingdom. But it wasn't my kingdom. Even as I weighed the choices, I could see clearly that there was no choice at all. I could not undo what I had done, nor what had been done to me. Ever since Brock Terdini had forced his cock into my virgin asshole, I'd been an Alkandran at heart. If not the Dark Queen herself, then certainly one of her disciples. Alkandi had forced me, but I had still accepted. There was no going back from that. I didn't want to go back from that. I wanted to go home.

"Leveria?" I whispered; my voice so tremulous that it barely came from me.

"What, little sister?" Leveria queried softly.

"I want to hear you say it."

"Say what?"

"Say it, Leveria."

She licked her lips anxiously, and shook her head.

"Say it." I hissed, almost pleadingly.

She opened her mouth very slowly, and in the quietest voice she could muster, she whispered, "I love you."

Elena gasped, but I just smiled. "I don't love you, Leveria. I don't know if I ever will." I watched her soul crack a little behind her fractured smile, then I whispered, "but I'm willing to try," and drank from the glass. The thick concoction melted onto my tongue, filling my palate with their musky flavor and the pungent tang of Elena's asshole. They tipped back the glass as I slurped, making certain that I didn't miss a drop. I was licking the inside of the rim when the poison hit my veins. Unbearable lust ran through my limbs, canvasing my flesh with sensitivity, putting every nerve within me on the very edge of climax. I moved with sloth, sensuous motions, every roll of my hips and flexion of my belly compelled by the raging desire that burned in the furnace between my legs. My vision was veiled pink with desire, painting the world in hues of flesh, tinting the two demonesses above me. My pussy salivated and mouthed with torpid hunger; the lips so moist that dew ran down their folds.

Elena dipped low to kiss me, and we exchanged tongues in a sloppy, slithering dance. Oh, it had been so long since we'd last kissed, and I could taste all of the experience she'd gotten since our last embrace. All the experience she'd gotten from Leveria, for her oral dance was so much like my sister's. We inundated each other's senses with our love for a long moment, then parted with smiles, sharing in one look, all of the history we had. It almost seemed like everything that had happened between us since Brock had taken me that night was irrelevant. Our future together would look so much like our past, and I was so glad of that. I turned to the other woman, and my smile faded. My future with Leveria would look nothing like my past. Every action we took on the path to love would be an undoing of all the damage we'd caused each other. She would dominate me, yes, as I wanted her to dominate me, but she would have to tread very carefully with me, and I would have to be ever vigilant with her. She leaned down, touched the tips of our noses, then closed the distance between our lips. She drowned me in her kiss, making my eyes roll back with her skillful tongue, making my hair stand up with her sensual lips. I was breathless by the time we were done exchanging breaths.

Elena and Leveria kissed each other over me, watching me from the corners of their eyes, and then they moved in different directions. Elena crawled down my body, and Leveria crawled on top of it. She mounted me across the ribs, and pushed her fat, pulsating cock between my pillowing breasts. Though Leveria was the posterchild of sexual control, I was excited to feel her tremoring atop me like a maiden.

"I've been waiting so long for this, Yavara," she whispered, and grabbed my hair with a shaking hand, "ever since I got my cock, I wanted to see that cute little face looking up at me while I fucked it!"

She pulled my head down, divided my tits with her shaft, and rammed the tip into my awaiting mouth. I savored the decadent anal taste, struggled to wrap my lips around her immense girth, and confidently took her into my throat. I gagged ferociously, expelling her from my mouth.

"I thought that might happen," Leveria grinned around a moan, "your body isn't built for this anymore, and it's not like you've been practicing with Lydia and Esmerelda. Don't worry," Leveria giggled evilly as she climbed further up my body, and made a cushiony seat of my breasts, squishing each of her succulent bronze cheeks into my flattening domes. She laid her stinking ass-tainted cock flat alongside my nose, and whispered, "I know just how to train a masochistic little bunny like you."

Leveria angled her pelvis down, pointed her cock against my lips, and slowly entered me. Her underside slid along my tongue, saturating my palate with her tang until her thick pulsating head reached the back of my throat. She didn't stop. As she stared at me with her imperious, evil eyes, she bit her lip, groaned, and continued down my neck. I gagged and gurgled, thrashed and screamed, but my exclamations were muffled by the meat ravaging my gullet, and though they were genuine cries of panic and pain, they were disingenuous pleas to stop. Leveria slid her cock deeper and deeper, opening my oral sphincters, pushing through my resisting gullet so that I embraced her in a membranous squeeze of spasming pain. She savored every bit of my agony, and so did I, for though tears, snot and drool leaked my facial from orifices, my hips were twisting and winding in an arousal that was only heightened by pain and humiliation.

"Oh fuck!" Leveria groaned as she slid the last inches down my neck. Her pulsating balls rested on my chin, pleasantly soft and warm, a comforting contrast to the raging hard meat trapped in my clenching throat. Leveria planted her fists on either side of my head, and mounted my face. "Take it, you pathetic little slut," she whispered lovingly, "take your big sister's fat cock down that tight little throat! God, look at that greedy expression on your face as you swallow me! You fucking love this, don't you?"

"Yes!" I squealed around her, but my mouth and throat were so packed that all that came out was an unintelligible squeak. Leveria understood it perfectly. She grinned down at me, her robust breasts bobbing before her menacing glare, and she began to fuck my throat. She didn't give me a chance to cough or breathe; she just retreated until my oral sphincter clenched around her head, then she plunged back down, forcing my gag reflex to attempt a feeble expulsion, making me so tight around her that I could feel her pulse in my neck. She drove with harder and harder thrusts, but she didn't ravage me with speed. No, she charged down my neck, impacted my face with her swinging testicles, then rotated sensually, making love to me at the deepest part of our joining, stirring my swallowing insides and savoring every wet squelching surface. Though I was becoming trained for her size, I didn't relax my gag reflex. I endured the sweet pain, letting it permeate down my chest, through my tummy, and into my nethers below, where Elena's bated breath was caressing my salivating lower lips.

As I was force-fed my big sister's penis, Elena began delicately tasting me from below. Her tongue parted my folds and petals, then slid up and down, lathering me with butterfly caresses from my clamped clitoris to my taint. She pushed her fingers into my ass, but she didn't stretch me. She kneaded my inner anal flesh, prodding my back wall, massaging the membrane that divided my holes until the vacancy between her tongue and fingers became overwhelming. At the precipice of my need, she finally pushed her tongue past my petals, and into my leaking ovule. I groaned in satisfaction around the cock in my throat, relaxing for a moment to savor the exploratory tip of Elena's appendage as it tested my insides. Oh, she had learned much with my sister. Her tongue found the spot on my ceiling, and she painted salivary patterns upon it until my hips were twisting and bucking, and my knees struggled against the bar that held them apart. I felt her grin around my moist folds, and would've chided her for her arrogance if I physically could, but Leveria brought me back to reality by taking my leash, and pulling my tight collar up my neck until it choked the bulging imprint of her cock.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Leveria whispered urgently, rocking back and forth on my tits, "struggle for me, baby sister! Choke on it, gag on it, keep fucking sucking, you masochistic little bunny, I'm almost there!"

My arms flexed beneath me as I gripped my spreader bar, bracing against the sexual duality that rocked me, arching my back to savor the traffic of sensations running up my spine. Leveria no longer held down with each thrust, but drove with wanton abandon, pulling her glistening shaft out of my throat, bringing it to the sucking crease of my lips, then plunging back in, plugging my esophagus and slapping her balls against my chin. I glugged and gurgled around her, my face a portrait of leaking fluids as tears ran down my cheeks, spit spread across my mouth, and strings of precum bridged my nostrils and hung from my lips. As Elena fed from my blooming flower with the precision of a humming bird, I fed from Leveria's driving meat like a starving pig. I was just as gluttonous. For as Elena coerced me to orgasm with expert motions and perfect timing, I sucked until my cheeks were hollow and my lips were stretched from my face, pulling Leveria's seed right from her roiling balls and down my throat.

"Oh fuck!" Leveria cried as her belly spasmed with sensation, and she emptied her loins into my throat. I mewled a muffled sound as Elena brought me over the edge, turning my pussy into a fountain that splashed upon her face. She pursed her lips around my urethra and drank from me as I drank from my sister, both of us humming in debauched satisfaction. Leveria groaned and slid her slippery cock out of my mouth. She painted my face with the last oozing of her climax, glazing my nose and lips, smearing my runny eyeliner with her viscous seed, marking me as hers. When she was done with her art project, she laid her warm pulsing meat alongside my nose, and I planted worshipful little kisses all down its underside until I got to her balls. Those, I took into my mouth individually, first the left, then the right, and sucked them with such sensual love that Leveria's sadistic expression transformed into one of adoration.

"My god, you're beautiful," she whispered reverently, brushing my hair back behind my bunny ears, "I wish I could paint this moment and frame it above my bed."

I released her testicle, and nestled my nose into her soft loose sack, enjoying the way it draped upon my face, a contrast to the throbbing member that rested on my forehead. I licked her salty scrotum, then nuzzled beneath it, and began licking the secret slit that resided there. Leveria let out a sigh, and let me taste her feminine nectar as she pulled out a cigarette, and lit it between her lush lips.

"You like the taste of my pussy, don't you, Bunny?" she asked.

I nodded, gauging her expression from beneath her balls and cock.

"I can tell you've been practicing; you're better than the last time we ate each other." Leveria took a deep inhale, and let the smoke cascade from her lips. "You've been waiting to get fucked for so long. Do think you've waited long enough?"

I nodded fervently.

Her black-sheened lips curved wickedly. "Of course you do." She turned around, and looked back at our mutual lover, "Elena, be a dear, and fuck my little sister." Leveria dismounted my face, and crawled behind me. She seated herself just above my head, then picked my head up, and rested it comfortably in her crotch so that I could look down my body at Elena. "I'll let you two have your little moment," my wonderful big sister said.

Elena smiled up at me from between my legs, her mouth sheened with my lustful film. She kissed her way up my body, pausing at my breasts to clean the vaginal nectar Leveria had smeared on my bosom, then moved up to my lips. Our smiling mouths connected in a loving kiss, and we softly exchanged lips and tongues as Elena lined up her shot, and slowly pushed into my pussy.

Oh god, it had been so long! My moist netherlips opened and sucked her gently as she pushed inside, stretching my tight womanly sheath, nestling her cock into me until its entire wonderful length was surrounded by my soft insides which held her so lovingly, so reverently in my heat. We parted from our kiss with a mutual gasp, and stared into each other's eyes with half-lidded gazes, our expressions easy and loving, only pleasure wrought across them.

"I've waited so long for this," I moaned, "I thought I might never feel you again!"

"I'm here, Yavara." Elena breathed heatedly upon my lips, "Feel this now."

She undulated against me like a woman, squishing our slick breasts, sliding our slippery tummies, but delivering each thrust with a man's authority, driving into my soft pussy, hitting that spot with her curved organ. Elena didn't try to compensate for her lack of size when she filled me, but moved her small cock within me with such purpose and grace that I felt all of her at once against my most pleasurable surfaces. She stretched my entrance enough to give me that satisfied fullness, rubbed against my ribbed ceiling, and pressed her pelvis into my crotch to stir my insides up, ruining me so softly, so tenderly, grinding her pubic mound against my clit so that I felt the vibrations up the chain and into my nipples. I oscillated against her as best I could in my captive state, wishing I could embrace her, but loving that I couldn't. Even as she made such tender love to me, I was so helpless, and so had to focus on reciprocating with the only tools I had available. I clenched my lewd muscles around her, and rolled them in pattern, bringing her deeper into me with every thrust, rewarding every inch she gave. I made our joining so tight that the shape of her cock was imprinted in me even when she retreated, the fleshy mold ready for her when she thrusted back inside.

"Goddamn, you feel so good!" Elena panted atop me, "Gah! Yavara, if you keep clenching like that, I'm gonna fucking come!"

"Then come inside me!" I hissed, "Come as much as you want! Fill me until I'm overflowing!"

Elena's undulations became more impassioned, her back bowing and arching to deliver powerful thrusts. The ecstatic sensations began to crawl between my splayed thighs, the feeling intensified by the bar that braced them apart, forcing me to take Elena's plunging cock even as the spasms compelled my legs to close. Leveria stroked my hair lovingly as she watched the two of us dance and writhe together, her cock twitching against the back of my head every time she saw something that pleased her. I mewled and moaned into Elena's gasping lips, grinding for all I was worth, giving her everything I had as she did the same. We moved in one oscillating wave from our squishing breasts to our joined pelvises, and we sang into each other's mouths and shared each other's breath. I stared into her depthless blue eyes, as captivated by them as my body was to the bondage that held me open to receive her over, and over, and over again! Orgasmic sensations swelled in my nethers and ballooned through my splayed thighs and clenching belly, moving in line with the chain that held my nipples and clit, comingling all pleasures and pain until I was overcome with sensation, crying out with every labored breath, exalting and begging until I crested over the final wave, and Elena let out a final gasp.

We came together, quaking in a paralytic lock of limbs and torsos, then we descended. Her warm nectar filled my pussy, and soaked into the abused flesh therein, permeating euphoric warmth all the way to my womb. We shared a smile, and kissed, then Elena raised herself into a kneeling position between my legs, and Leveria brought the hot end of her cigarette onto my nipple.

"Did you forget about me?" Leveria giggled as I screamed. The comfortable lust left me, and the heart-racing carnality of pain and violence surged back to the forefront, electrifying my limbs, cutting through my hazy mind. Leveria grinned down at me, her eyes alight as I reacted beautifully to her pain. "Bunny didn't ask you stop fucking her, Elena," she hissed, "I believe she said 'fill me until I'm overflowing.'"

"I know how she wants it." Elena chuckled, and began thrusting back into me, growing hard inside me, using her hot spunk as lube to drive faster and faster, harder and harder, yes, yes, yes!

"That's right," Leveria hissed, running her thumb around my lips as she twisted the embers out on my nipple, "no more lovey-dovey bullshit from here on out, Bunny. You're going to get what you asked for." And with that, Leveria reached to her side, and a lit red candle flew from its holder, and landed in her outstretched hand. Before I could even think about objecting, she lifted her leg, and sat on my face. I was encased in suffocating darkness, my head and face pressed on all sides by succulent sweating flesh. With my arms pinned beneath me and my hands cuffed to the spreader bar that held my legs apart, there was nothing I could do. I had become a slave for Elena and Leveria's use. With my lips firmly planted against Leveria's netherlips, I was forced to breathe through my nose, and saturate my sinuses with her musky anal scent. My mouth watered. Elena's rhythmic drives reverberated throughout my body, making me lurch back and forth, my breasts jiggling, the chain jerking and relaxing. My pussy salivated. I was in hell. I was in heaven.

I slithered my tongue into my older sister's slit, and tasted her as she rode my face. My mouth smeared across her cunt and ass, where I sucked her rim into a pulsing ring before she shifted once more. As I sloppily sampled from her two holes, she went to work torturing me. Hot wax splashed between my jiggling breasts, and I screamed in delight. My fists balled beneath my cuffed hands, my pussy clenched around Elena's driving cock, and I arched my back from the bed to stretch my chain and savor the pain. The wax was too cool to damage my flesh, but just hot enough to provide the agony I craved, and when I reacted to my first dousing, Leveria became so wet in my mouth that her nectar dribbled down my chin. She shifted forward once more, making me taste her vile shithole, and I lovingly wrapped my lips around her swollen ring and pushed my tongue inside. I heard her muted exclamations from above, then felt her go rigid atop me so that she could steady herself and deliver another molten drip onto my body. The next one landed on my right nipple. I thrashed in agony and delight, the adrenaline pumping through me and comingling with the hormones that controlled me. I felt the hot wax pool into my stretched piercing, and solidify into the hole, pushing my nipple ever outward.